I wish I could write something really beautiful to describe this movie, but nothing that comes to me is doing it any justice.
All I can think of to say right now is that this movie made me very meditative. I think a lot of the criticism this movie got when it was first release was that it wasn’t true to the Third Cinema ideal by featuring a Bourgeois main character, but I think it hits me more personally because of that. I have no connections to Cuba, no nothing about it’s history or it’s people other than what I see on television programs. But this sums up other feelings, things which are more universal than just the hopes and dreams of an underdeveloped nation going through a revolution.
Maybe later I will be able to write something proper about it.